forgetyourusedtobe | Є020 spam/text/video

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spam - abigail.

[Elena doesn't know if she's still here or not, but she still moves quickly through the halls to her door. Elena's only a little relieved to see it still there. Truth be told, she's a little nervous about seeing Abigail again. She doesn't know what to expect to find. Elena has hopes that Abigail's still the same at the very least. Maybe better. She hopes not worse. She's also not sure if Abigail is going to want to see her or not. It's an irrational thought, but it's not exactly an impossibility either.]

[In the end, Elena decides it's impossible to separate nerves from actual likelihoods and straightens. She glances down at herself briefly before taking a deep breath and knocking.]

spam - dean.

[Elena has two more stops after she's done with Abigail. The first of which, she's not nervous about. Dean's going to be annoyed. He's going to probably offer up a lecture or, at the very least, give her a very stern talking-to. And then he's going to get over it.]

[She's not worried about whether or not his door is there. She knows he'll be there and sure enough, he is. Elena knocks on the door lightly and folds her arms.]

spam - bond.

[Elena almost doesn't come to this door. She almost decides that instead, maybe she should just send a message. But she decides not to do that. That would probably be his way of doing things, but it's never been Elena's way. So, instead, she walks up to his door to find it still there. It's not quite as unsurprising as Dean's continued presence, but it's no less a welcomed sight.]

[The last time she was here, it was to say goodbye. And he invited her inside.]

[Things between them had changed a lot between the two of them since she first arrived. He's probably going to be pissed she came back. He might not get over it as fast as Dean. But it's okay. She'll withstand the disapproving looks and maybe threaten him with a hug if he really doesn't knock it off.]

[Elena raps on the door.]

[Elena takes some time to look at the network after she's made her visits before she starts sending out a few messages.]

private - chris.
i missed you enough to come back.

private - cassel.

i'm back.

private - mal.

i see he was here. is it stupid for me to ask if you're okay?

video.
[There are others, so many others, that she could send a private message to. But Elena decides to leave it there. No doubt some of the ones she might get in touch with or track down have already heard through the grapevine that she's back.]

[Elena sits down at her desk and flips the video feed on.]

Hey guys. I'm sorry if I didn't let you know personally that I'm back. There's a lot of you and I tried to get to as many as possible. [She purses her lips a moment.] I see a lot of you have left, too.

[She's mostly referring to Arkin. She hopes that wherever he is and whatever he's doing that he's okay. But that is neither here nor there.]

But there's also a lot of you I haven't met yet, too. My name is Elena. For those of you who don't know, I used to be an inmate. I was here... [She pauses to think.] ...about nine months before I graduated and left.

I'm sure someone else has long-since beaten me to it, but if you need anything or have any questions, let me know. This place can be pretty rough and trust me when I say it helps to have friends.

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I'd believe you were stupid enough to come back here before I believed I was hallucinating.

[Excellent not-dadding skills at work.]

What do you think you're doing here?

[She feels like she's about to get grounded or something, but keeps the thought to herself.]

Before I explain, is anything I say going to be a good enough reason for you?

No.

[Because he is a massive hypocrite, that's why. Do as he says, not as he does!!

Exhaling a sharp sigh, Bond shakes his head and steps to the side, waving her forward.]

Come in. [It would be super easy to imagine 'you idiot' tacked on with that tone of voice.]

[Elena gives him a strained smile in response to his tone before stepping inside.]

I tried. You know, I...I really tried. But I-I couldn't do it. I... [Elena sighs, letting her shoulder slump a little as she adds softly.] I couldn't just go forward with my life. He's my little brother.

[Shit.

Bond closes the door behind her, listens in silence. He knows he's a hypocrite. He knows he should have left long ago, at the very least the moment Ellie disappeared. But he's still here, because his employer died on his lap.

M is more than just his boss, but it's not the same as losing a sibling.

Letting out a slow breath, Bond moves away without a word, heading for his bar and pouring her a drink.]

You could have picked a better time.

Is there ever? [She follows him over.] A better time, I mean.

[Elena's relieved that he seems to have accepted her answer. It's not what he wants, sure, but he's not fighting her about it. The last thing she wants to do is have an argument about it. She knows she should be leaving well enough alone. Elena should let her brother rest on the other side like everything and everyone else that had died. But she can't. She's lost so much that Elena can't get on without Jeremy long-term. At least knowing that his life was cut this short.]

I heard from Dean things are a little weird right now.

[A faint snort is all the answer she gets. There's never a better time. The better time for him was leaving when Vesper did, and he didn't take it. Now he's here, hating nearly every moment, unable to justify going home, unable to embrace or banish his selfishness. He much prefers the former.]

Getting weirder. [He proffers the glass.]

If we wind up on the other Barge again, I'd take it as a kindness if you didn't rip out my throat.

[Elena takes the glass.]

I'm not going to make any promises I don't know if I can keep, but I'll definitely make an effort to avoid it.

[She raises the glass to him and takes a sip.]

Figures I leave the Barge for a few months and everything starts falling apart though, huh?

[He goes to retrieve his own glass from the coffee table, returning the toast.]

Figures you wouldn't stay away when it does.

[He's not arguing, just digging. There's clearly a difference. Clearly.]

How long has it been?

A couple of months.

[Elena swirls her glass.]

I graduated high school, took the summer off to see the rest of the country. I was supposed to decide if I wanted to go to college or not, but...

[She decided to come here instead. She knows, Jimmy, she's an idiot. But it's not the first time she's been called stupid.]

[Such an idiot. He does not even try to hide it in his expression, because he knows he's an idiot too. It's so much easier to redirect it against her.]

You may have trouble forwarding transcripts to the University of the Damned.

That's a little melodramatic, don't you think?

[She teases because she knows exactly what he means to say.]

I'll go back once I have my deal. Whitmore will still be there.

Mm.

[That is the most disapproving 'mm' in the history of 'mm's. Taking a long drink, waits a moment as it burns its way down before arching his eyebrows at her.]

Are you going to pursue writing?

[He may or may not recall five-year-old Elena. Be will absolutely claim he does not.]

[Elena almost asks how he knows that she wanted to become a writer until she remembers the flood when she was a little girl and he was a giant asshole. She smiles a little.]

I don't know. [Elena shrugs.] Maybe. It's not really something I've thought a whole lot about since I was turned.

[Maintaining a career as a vampire is hard. People start to notice you aren't aging sooner or later. She won't be able to stay in any one place for that same reason as well.]

[Elena takes a sip of her glass.]

You could always sell yourself as an eccentric hermit.

[It's a good thing he'd never want to be a vampire. That much power with his level of 'fuck it, I do what I want' attitude would be disastrous.

He gestures to the couch, inviting her to sit. Since apparently he can't just give her a kick in the ass off the ship.]

[Her ass is firmly planted on the ship, thank you very much.]

Most people hate JD Salinger, you know.

[Elena moves over to the couch and sits down.]

Not that I think I could ever write something people would love that much. But I guess I'd have a couple of centuries to get it right.

[Her smile is only a brief and dim flash.]

[He shrugs expressively, sitting in an adjacent arm chair and taking a sip from his glass.]

That doesn't sound very confident.

[He's leery of moping. He hates it when he does it and he hates it when other people do it. And she has plenty reason to mope, which makes him even leerier.]

I'm not saying I couldn't get published.

[Maybe.]

But writing a classic? I think that's a one in a million chance.

And lucky you, your odds are ever improving.

[She'll live forever if she wants to, if she's careful. She'll never have to worry about time taking away her opportunities. He's almost jealous of it, but only almost. The thrill of danger, the imminence of death, they have been parts of his life for so long that he can't imagine being without them.

Plus, he's had blood in his mouth often enough to hate the taste.]

[Elena smiles over the rim of her glass.]

I'll be sure to subject you to my first drafts. After all, you gave me all the inspiration I'll ever need with those copies of Twilight.

You know, the full extent of my knowledge of that book is a teenager who looks like he fell into makeup and glitter.

I'd almost believe it, if it took play in a New York City club.

[He'd read them. He would grumble and gripe, but he'd read them.]

[She raises her glass to him with a grin.]

Duly noted.

[Elena pauses to take a sip.]

What would you do if you had eternity anyway?

Did you have an answer to that question, before you found out yourself?

[The truth is, he doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to imagine eternity, forty forever, feeling his humanity slipping away. He would turn it off. And he would be terrible.]

I don't even know what I want to major in.

[Which is enough to answer that with a big fat no. It's not that she hadn't considered it. She had more than once. After the loss of her parents, having something that would be permanent sounded nice. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that wasn't what she wanted for herself.]

[He sips at his drink, watching her over the rim, and when he finally lowers the glass it's to cock his head to the side.]

You could make a deal for yourself, Elena. [He waves one hand dismissively.] After your brother. [He isn't that cold.]

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